(A 4,000-word mega chapter, ending this volume. Some friends say the update time is too odd—how about changing it to 6 a.m.? Seeking monthly tickets)
Qingye Small World.
The time moved back by one minute.
Flames blazed fiercely, making everything around incredibly bright.
Just as he was about to finish off Meng Yu, Captain Luo's heart filled with anger and joy.
Anger because out of more than three hundred people, nearly half had died. Joy because they were finally about to win.
Twenty-four swords formed a Sword Array, their energy connected, weaving a net that enveloped Meng Yu, blocking off all his paths of escape. Twelve mages attacked relentlessly, like a sudden, violent storm, while surrounding warriors coordinated to surround Meng Yu right in the middle.
At this point, no matter how skilled Meng Yu was in swordsmanship, how quick his movement techniques were, or how strong his defense, it was all in vain.
